Out of self! Oh, what emancipation!
Shackles broken, prison-doors unclosed!
Free as air, almost to aviation,''
Satan's rule forevermore deposed.

Into Christ! Oh, who hath words t' express it!
Hungry souls alone can understand,
Bless triumphant, none can e'er repress it;
Joy to execute His least command.

Into glory! Here we wait fulfilment,
None hath seen, nor even heart conceived,
By His cross we'll enter into glory,
Bought by Him, by Him alone received.

Our blest Saviour! Give to Him the glory!
Our Redeemer, purchased by His blood;
Intercessor, keeping whom He rescued,
Meeting every need along the road.

H. McD